It’s all about family

This week was a reminder to appreciate family. You know, those people in your life that have been there when times were good, when times were bad, and all of those moments in between.

Family can be a tricky thing. After all, you don’t get to choose these people to whom you’re connected. And sometimes, admittedly, you can drive each other crazy. Other times, they are the people who can make you laugh the hardest – even on those days when you thought nothing could bring a smile to your face.  They have your back and you have their back – it’s that simple.

Sometimes you meet family members before you are even born. (Lucky ducks – I always wanted a twin…of course, could you imagine two of me roaming this earth?! Lord, have mercy)

Sometimes, people come into your life and become like family.

They are planted in your heart, take root and blossom there.

Others come willingly as spouses.


We get complacent at times, thinking that we’ll always have a chance to tell family how we feel or that they’ll always be around. Sure, reminders happen now and again, but busy lives get back in the way of the phone calls or visits.

So let this post be a reminder that you’re thought of often even if time or distance get in the way of my saying so. And, if you haven’t done so yet today, tell your family how you feel – before it’s too late.



About CountryBoyCityGirl

A city girl who fell in love with a country boy. Found bliss, along with large piles of mule droppings for her and two little girls to now try to avoid.
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